Dreg Alesbane's page

Dorn glares at Jafgar. "Why wouldn't they approve a centaur, or anyone else? Good agents come in all shapes and sizes. Come on in Erik, grab a barrel."

Dreg scoffs, "O' course they do laddie, they let my sorry arse in. I just figgered there bein a centaur agent confirmed woulda made a lot more noise is all."

--------
OOC, was there a centaur boon released at some point? Did that just completely fly under the radar?

"Jafgar, what kinda trouble've you been brewin up with shady chaps like that?"

Dreg eyes all of the newcomers and waves them in. "Can I get yeh all anything tah drink? The ale is overflowing. Even got this barrel blessed at me own temple."

He takes orders as they come in and serves them up. He glances up as the centaur walks in. "When in the abyss did the decemvirate see fit to approve a centaur as an agent? Is that a thing?"

Dreg narrows his eyes and asks Jafgar, "Who's this 'ere jokester?" His hand starts to move toward the biggest of the axes he carries he carries around.

Dreg refills his own tankard with the same beer he pours for Jafgar and raises his cup to clink glasses after. "To the brewer and to our new hall here. To long remembered friends and new ones."

After taking a long draught, he turns to Jafgar. "Familiar, maybe. I've walked past a long string of faces to get me here today. A lot are pretty fuzzy, past the drink. Apologies if yours is one of 'em."

Heh, I think I've got something for you." The dwarf walks over behind the bar, puts his tankard down, cracks his knuckles, and gets a few items out from behind the bar. "Ever had a shandy? Elven friend o'mine interduced me to 'em. Bit sweet for my tastes, but refreshing on a hot day. I like the fizz." He mixes up half a large bowl of slightly fizzy spring water, squeezes in lemon, and adds a healthy dose of sugar. He fills half a glass with the mixture and tops it with a light local beer from one of the kegs. Bringing the glass of shandy and bowl of lemonade over to the two, he says "Let me know how these suit yeh. Orders for anyone else?"

"Do you think it's okay if we recite the prayer in Taldane? I mean, We're in a Dwarven temple, but I never did learn Dwarven properly." the wayang asks her companion.

Dreg hoists his tankard toward the wayang, only spilling a small amount. "They put up with me prayers and me not-truly-dwarven holy symbol. If yer heart's true and yer prayers are *hic* too, yer welcome to do whatever praying yeh need. Can I get either of you lasses a drink? M'name's Dreggory. Dreg."

"It's a mighty fine place you've put together here, m'friend." A dwarf with a wild and unkempt mane and beard of shockingly orange hair claps Jafgar on the shoulder and drains his own chipped and well-worn tankard of ale. Most of it makes it into his mouth. He walks over to the kegs with surprising speed and refills his tankard. "I'll help ye rebuild it tomorrah after tonight's festivities. Long as we don't burn it completely down! Har!"